It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
GEORGE ELIOTOur deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
More George Eliot Quotes
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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
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The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
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We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one’s life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.
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It is a common sentence that knowledge is power; but who hath duly considered or set forth the power of ignorance? Knowledge slowly builds up what ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty – it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
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What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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